Groom’s suit…put it on?

Zhao Rong looked down.

Under the reddish-orange candlelight, her expression looked vague, like a person in a dream.

But those bright eyes showed that it was definitely her.

"good."

Zhao Rong didn't ask any questions and immediately turned around to change his clothes.

"Wait!"

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm.

Zhao Rong turned around.

"But I..." She paused, reorganized her words, and whispered, "Aren't you going to ask me if I have the red wedding dress with me?"

Zhao Rong smiled and said, "It's all the same."

Zhao Lingfei looked into his eyes and said, "No, it's different."

"I should have brought it with me."

She said stubbornly, with a hint of tears in her voice.

Zhao Rong shook his head.

"Zhao Qingjun, even if you don't wear a wedding dress, you are still my bride."

Concubine Zhao Ling stopped talking.

Autumn eyes stared at him without blinking.

The atmosphere in front of the bed became quiet.

"Then..." Xiao Qian'er, who was pressed under Concubine Zhao Lingfei and eavesdropped in the quilt, uttered a weak voice, "What about me?"

"Go away." Concubine Zhao Ling pressed her raised little head, lowered her head close to the little girl's ear, and threatened with a slightly fierce look in her eyes: "Go back to your room and sleep."

"I can't sleep, I need to check what you guys are doing."

"Then go back to your room and cool off. This is my wedding bed, and it has nothing to do with a little maid."

"Okay, you used to call me Hao Qian'er, but now you call me little maid. Miss, you have changed."

Even though Xiao Qian'er was being held down firmly by Concubine Zhao Lingfei's "murder weapon", she still held her head high and arched her head, saying confidently:

"Are you going to do something shameful, and you're afraid I'll see it?"

"This is not something a little maid should be in charge of."

"Even if you don't tell me, I know what it is. It's to make up for the wedding night we had last time. What's there to be embarrassed about? At the beginning of the year in the Duke's Mansion, those aunts and uncles taught us about bullying before the wedding. I remember I asked them why they didn't fight back when they were bullied by their husbands, but you and they all glared at me..."

Xiao Qian'er spilled the beans, "I remember you were listening attentively at that time, and you squeezed the back of my hand until it turned white, uh uh uh... Miss, what are you doing, uh uh uh, are you trying to silence me, Brother Rong'er, help me, uh uh uh..."

When Zhao Rong looked back, he saw that Concubine Zhao Ling had already lifted the quilt from beneath her and was trying to cover Xiao Qian'er's mouth.

"Shut up, little girl." She whispered, then turned to him and said quickly:

"Don't listen to her nonsense. She keeps talking nonsense all day long."

"OK."

Zhao Rong nodded calmly.

Turned around.

The man couldn't help but grin.

Then, without any delay, he ran to the screen on the other side of the room and changed into his groom's suit.

He kept repeating to himself, "There are four great joys in life: the wedding night... the wedding night... the wedding night... the wedding night!"

Zhao Lingfei: “…”

Xiao Qian'er: "..."

After a moment.

Someone behind the screen was 'studying' how to wear the groom's suit.

The bed.

"Miss, seriously, let's not make a fuss for now, okay?"

Xiao Qian'er crawled out from under the quilt, and said with a frown:

"I think we can discuss this further..."

"No, go down quickly and go back to your room to sleep."

“Let’s discuss it…”

Concubine Zhao Ling interrupted ruthlessly: "No need to discuss."

Xiao Qian'er: "..."

She opened her mouth to grumble loudly again, but was glared at by Concubine Zhao Ling. She had no choice but to close her mouth and mutter quietly:

"Don't forget that I am also Rong'er's maid. According to the customs of some places, I should try it for you first..."

"No need to come." While tidying up the wedding bed, Concubine Zhao Ling said angrily: "I asked you to follow him down the mountain before, and I gave you so many opportunities, but you didn't seize them. In the end..."

She couldn't continue speaking.

At the foot of Wangquezhou Mountain, there are indeed many places that have the custom of letting maids warm the bed of the groom before the wedding night.

For Concubine Zhao Lingfei, she would not feel jealous or sad if Zhao Rong had slept with her maid first.

Instead, she felt that Xiao Qian'er was doing her best by following her and Zhao Rong without even asking for a name or competing with her, and she also tried her best to retain and protect the newlyweds when their relationship broke down.

She didn't feel bad at all about giving her husband's so-called 'first time sleeping together' opportunity to Xiao Qian'er.

It’s just that life is sometimes difficult because things are unpredictable, it’s hard to predict whether it will be sunny or rainy, and it’s hard to make up for the shortcomings.

Seeing the young lady's complicated look, Xiao Qian'er shrank her head.

When she first started accompanying Rong'er down the mountain, she did receive some vague hints from the young lady.

Although the young lady didn't say it explicitly, even the night before Rong'er went down the mountain, the young lady was still overbearing and "fierce" her and forbade her to be "in front of" or "on top of" the young lady...

But Xiao Qian'er knew what the young lady was thinking beneath her cold appearance.

Because before leaving the mountain that day, the latter stuffed something into her...

"It's all... it's all that Su's maid. On the way down the mountain, she stood between me and Brother Rong'er and got in the way..."

Halfway through the explanation, Xiao Qian'er's face already looked bitter.

It was indeed that she did not protect Brother Rong'er, the childhood sweetheart she and the young lady had shared.

Under the drooping gaze of the autumn-eyed woman, the stubborn girl hugged the quilt and said:

"Well, in fact, apart from this, after accompanying him to Hanjing, I did have several opportunities to warm Rong'er's bed... and sleep with him. But he was busy at that time, running between the Ministry of Rites and the Imperial Palace, busy with the Fengshan Ceremony, so I couldn't bear to waste his time. Besides..."

Xiao Qian'er said softly, paused again, quickly raised her head to glance at the young lady who was biting her lip and listening, and explained a reason:

"Also, I went back to Duyou City with Brother Rong'er and had a meal with you and the little girl at Xia Chong Zhai. I increasingly feel that it would be better for you, young lady, to sleep with him for the first time. He, this big pig's hoof, blatantly brought the little fox home, and you, young lady, had to cook and entertain him yourself. It was really unfair..."

Concubine Zhao Ling calmed down after hearing this.

Looking at the personal maid who was curled up in front of him, hugging the quilt.

It was quiet in front of the bed.

Neither the master nor the servant spoke any more.

The house was also quiet.

The only sound was the rustling sound of Zhao Rong changing clothes behind the screen in the other corner of the room.

"I don't feel wronged."

Concubine Zhao Ling suddenly stretched out her hand and placed it on Xiao Qian'er's thin shoulder.

The hand shook her.

"You are wronged."

"I didn't. Qian'er is not wronged, it's you who are wronged... It's not Brother Rong'er's fault. He put himself in a dangerous situation in the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum in order to save me in the bamboo forest courtyard... It's not his fault..."

Xiao Qian'er lowered her head and said, "In the final analysis, it's all my fault that I didn't take good care of Brother Rong'er. Despite all my precautions, that weird girl named Luo Xiu still had the opportunity to take advantage of me..."

Zhao Lingfei shook her head lightly, "It's not the fault of that Luoxiu lady. She...she did the right thing."

"But Miss..."

"No buts." Concubine Zhao Ling turned her head, looked at the moon outside the window and said, "I have to thank her for saving him."

Zhao Qian'er couldn't help but look up, staring at Zhao Lingfei's calm expression.

"I just don't know if I'll have the chance to meet her in the future." She said with her eyes lowered.

Xiao Qian'er thought about it, but didn't know how to answer.

The atmosphere became quiet again.

After a while, Concubine Zhao Ling curled up the corners of her lips, which amounted to a smile. Then she raised her head and looked at the screen on the other side of the room.

"It seems to be coming back soon."

She muttered to herself, then suddenly turned around and asked, "Is that thing... still on you?"

Xiao Qian'er was slightly stunned, "Ah?"

Concubine Zhao Ling's voice became softer. "That... piece of clothing."

“Ah… Oh!” The girl reacted and nodded quickly. “Yes, I’ve been carrying it with me since you stuffed it into my pocket before we went down the mountain. I haven’t had a chance to put it on…”

Her voice trailed off as she spoke the last sentence.

Because, it seems the opportunity has come.

Xiao Qian'er took out a piece of folded silk cloth from the Sumeru object.

When unfolded, it is in the shape of a diamond... with a few thin straps hanging from the four corners... and a graceful white lotus embroidered on it...

The whole piece of fabric also looks very soft, thin and skin-friendly... And the little girl also knows that when she holds it in her hand, it feels very "cool and refreshing", but it will warm up after holding it for a while...

She blushed and handed it to the young lady to see.

"Don't give it to me." Concubine Zhao Ling quickly reached out and pushed Xiao Qian'er's hand that was holding a piece of clothing back into her arms. She looked away slightly and added, "Don't give it back to me yet."

"Oh ok."

On the wedding day, the little girl was holding a pure white bellyband embroidered with a cool lotus flower, looking around, a little shy.

This was secretly given to her by the young lady before she accompanied Brother Rong'er down the mountain.

Xiao Qian'er was Concubine Zhao Lingfei's personal maid. She knew that the young lady's two favorite underwear were the pure white one with lotus embroidery, and the festive red one with mandarin duck embroidery that the young lady wore on her wedding night...

As for this pure white bellyband with white lotus, the young lady had once given it to Brother Rong Er. Well, it was a little interest between lovers, but after she caught him, Brother Rong Er made an excuse to return it to them seriously...

Therefore, this special piece of clothing is now circulating among these three childhood friends.

It was only before Xiao Qianer left the mountain that the young lady gave her this special dress, and she vaguely understood the young lady's tacit attitude towards certain things...

and.

If one night she wore this white lotus bellyband that belonged to a young lady and crawled into the bed of some big pig's hoof, she would ask Mr. Zhao about the family rules and Mr. Zhao's profound knowledge.

After he saw it, he would definitely understand that it was the young lady's arrangement, and then... he would obediently follow her.

"It would be great if the situation developed according to the script... You are really useless, Zhao Qian'er. You have been down the mountain for such a long time and still haven't taken Brother Rong'er down. You have even made the young lady suffer even more..."

Xiao Qianzi sniffed and said something with some frustration in her heart.

She immediately regrouped, "But there's still a chance to make up for it!"

The girl raised her head and found that the young lady was looking at Zhang Wangrong'er again, as if she wanted to do something.

She immediately asked hopefully, "Miss, you're not going to chase me away?"

Concubine Zhao Ling glanced at her and ignored her.

"This... I'm so sorry. This should be the wedding bed that Brother Rong'er prepared for you."

"So you were refusing to leave just now, but now you feel embarrassed?"

Concubine Zhao Lingfei couldn't help but knock her chestnut. Little Qian'er blinked, tilted her little face, and put her forehead close to the young lady for knocking.

Then he hit her, and she uttered a soft "hmm" and whispered, "Miss, you are so nice."

Concubine Zhao Ling was a little nervous, hesitating whether to put on that special piece of clothing for him as a wedding dress, but she heard Xiao Qian'er mumbling softly beside her:

"Miss, don't worry. Qian'er will definitely help you later. The main seat is for you. It won't be crowded. I'll push you from behind..."

Concubine Zhao Ling was stunned, turned around, and frowned slightly, "What do you mean by pushing me?"

What Xiao Qian'er said, such as helping her well and giving her the main position... With her limited experience, she could roughly understand these.

But... what the hell is pushing her? Is it a traitor?

Xiao Qian'er asked in a low voice: "Miss, haven't you seen...haven't you seen some picture scrolls..."

"What picture scroll?"

"That's...that's...some of the senior sisters occasionally, I mean occasionally, occasionally pass it around when they are bored in private."

“……” Concubine Zhao Ling.

How do you know so much?

As Xiao Qian'er was talking, her voice became hoarse. In fact, she didn't need to ask. She knew the answer by looking at her young lady's reaction.

Too.

In the young lady's eyes, there are only three kinds of books in the world.

One is a simple book on spiritual practice.

One type is boring books other than those for spiritual practice.

There is another type, which is the book written by childhood sweetheart.

Concubine Zhao Ling's cheeks suddenly turned red, and Xiao Qian'er's innocent expression made her roughly understand the inappropriateness of the new statement.

But before Zhao Lingfei could feel embarrassed and angry, Xiao Qian'er immediately changed the subject and returned to the most important matter at hand.

"Miss, it seems that Brother Rong'er is about to come back after changing his clothes. Tell me, what should we do now?"

Concubine Zhao Lingfei turned her head to see what was happening over there with the groom, then turned back and looked at the fiery red wedding bed beneath her.

The woman took a deep breath.

Blushing...

Like a ripe apple.

She whispered, "Let me...let's change clothes too."

Qian'er asked: "Change clothes? What clothes?"

"Our...wedding dress."

The girl with peach blossom eyes was stunned.

A woman buried her head in her chest, and silently took out a piece of "scarlet cloth" embroidered with mandarin ducks in front of the girl. She glanced at the other piece of "pure white cloth" in the girl's hand.

Then,

There is one more ripe 'red apple' in the wedding.

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